Celestine's POV
They were talking while I quietly listened, waiting for our order.
"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you, Mr. Gutierrez?" I looked at Mom when she said that.
"I'm twenty-seven, Mrs. Dela Peña. And please, just call me Xyler." My mother smiled at his response.
"I see... You're the same age as Denver. Both of you grew up as fine men, Xyler." They asked the arrogant jerk many questions as if they were investigating his whole being.
"I didn't expect that you would be the one to approach me to invest in our company, Xyler. What made you decide to risk your money with us?" Dad inquired as he sliced the meat on his plate. Our food had just arrived, and we quickly dug in since it was already past twelve.
I looked at the man beside me, waiting for him to speak. My eye
